elvie was parked on the sofa with a horror movie on as background noise and half of a chocolate twizzler sticking out of his mouth while he chewed on the rest as he dug into researching some allegedly haunted locations where he and margo could film future episodes of ghost gallery when he heard the knock at his front door. he hesitated to answer it, absorbed in his reading until he stood up with a sigh and took a bite of his twizzler as he walked over and flung open the door. elvie had been in the midst of reading about how several graves in a missouri town that were dug up in 1853 turned out to be empty and he was wondering what could’ve happened to the bodies. “spirits don’t require a corporeal form in order to walk among the living, but vampires, on the other hand— i mean, hi.” it was like he had forgotten how to greet a person, then rushed to correct himself upon finding the word that had momentarily eluded him. “greetings and salutations. oh, casey.” elvie’s brows pulled together when he realized who was standing on his doorstep, but he couldn’t figure out why. “i’m not margo,” he pointed out, puzzled. / @fckncasey
